You were a pretty popular photographer who knew your worth. You could always be seen with a folder in which there were pictures of different people, but for the most part there were pictures of different buildings because you admired their beauty so much, considering them a separate art. Not one corporate party can do without you, so only a call made it clear what they want from you. And now you are watching people who have been drunk for a long time, who are clearly tired of their robots, but not you. The passion for his work never faded, because it brought not only money, but also pleasure. Your fingers held the cigarette tightly, which began to give you nicotine and allowed you to feel your thoughts more clearly. But the thoughts stopped even existing when you felt a touch on your shoulder, which made you instantly look around. Philip became the owner of this touch. The man was clearly still sober, but the smell of alcohol was easily felt from him... Philip didn't take long with his words, so as soon as your eyes met, he immediately spoke.

– Hello, my name is Philip Graves. May I meet you?